The Concept Of Loyalty Is Distorted When

At Every Moment You Choose Yourself. But Do You Choose *your* Self? Body And Soul Contain A Thousand Possibilities Out Of Which You Can Build Many I's. But In One Of Them Is There A Congruence Of The Elector And The Elected. Only One--which You Will Never Find Until You Have Excluded All Those Superficial And Fleeting Possibilities Of Being And Doing With Which You Toy, Out Of Curiosity Or Wonder Or Greed, And Which Hinder You From Casting Anchor In The Experience Of The Mystery Of Life, And The Consciousness Of The Talent Entrusted To You Which Is Your *i*.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.

Beneath The Hush A Whisper From Long Ago, Promising Peace Of Mind And A Burden Shared. No Peace Which Is Not Peace For All, No Rest Until All Has Been Fulfilled.

The Assembly Has Witnessed Over The Last Weeks How Historical Truth Is Established; Once An Allegation Has Been Repeated A Few Times, It Is No Longer An Allegation, It Is An Established Fact, Even If No Evidence Has Been Brought Out In Order To Support It.

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.